| On a once in a life mescaline.
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| Floating over a mountain, make the scene.
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| Step off into the sun, feel the blood through your run,
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| On a once in a life mescaline.
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| Have a nightmare life long, live it through,
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| (Taste the beauty of a sweet red wine),
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| Grab for air, see your skin turning blue,
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| (Smell the freshness of the grass beneath the pines).
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| There’s a man with three heads,
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| There’s a girl with three beds,
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| See they’re both running fast after me,
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| (Gonna catch you, gonna fill you full of love).
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| Have your head filled to the top with big pearls,
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| (Feel the softness of a wild mountain silk),
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| Then you hear someone’s dead in the world,
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| (Sink your body in a cold bath of milk.
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| You can bet your sweet life
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| That they fought with a knife,
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| See they’re all running fast after me,
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| (Wanna kiss you, run their fingers through your hair).
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| Get a feeling deep inside that you’re dead,
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| (Can't you hear the clock of life ticking loud?),
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| Try to run from the snake pit in your bed,
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| (Then you find what you thought could not be found).
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| Smell the nearness of the grave,
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| Wonder if you can be saved,
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| Oh the world’s still running fast after me,
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| (When they get you, gonna give you everything). |